By Jove, it's awful!" He looked extremely distressed.
"You are not to go to Mr.Thorpe," said his mother from the chair into which she had sunk in order to preserve a look of steadiness.

A fine moisture had come out upon her upper lip.

"You must find an honourable way in which to discharge your debts." "Isn't my note as good as anybody's ?" he demanded.
"No.

It isn't worth a dollar." "Ah, but it _will_ be if Mr.Thorpe buys it," said he in triumph.

"He could discount it for full value, if he wanted to.